by scott from jail
To all the hills I can not overcome
Inspect Jerusalem, Gaza, Tiberias, Hebron,
To feel Abraham and Jesus walk nearby
Whilst I, their least least least
Bring out the question and request it all -
For this pile of oily sand, inclement time, unstained decency
Are we to die,
Stagnantly drawn twixt nothing and a dull relief,
Plastered on a thousand million Persian deaths?
For this are we to die and kill
Pushbutton rewards more noxious
Than the cancers and crazy two-headed babies
Of Hiroshima?
Bathe our hands in murder and reeking
Death, Slaughter, Vengeance over nothing
Carve out the word "israel"?
For this did I sail
And vote
And kill?
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Published: 9/16/10 · Author's Page · Next Poem